This blog is (mostly) a near-verbatim transcription of my writing journal. Margins are the same as the journal. These are exercises, not finished products. Other types of writings will most likely emerge at some point.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Discipline (Speaking of Knowledge)

Somewhere someone in some back-roomOf a pipe smoked sofa laden clubSaid Appearances are all we'll ever see;Appearances are all we'll ever groom –

Nibbling French bread and sipping warm tea,Licking tobacco marinated lipsDoesn't surprise the children one bit –Grown accustomed to such philosophy

Knowledge is a slippery, layered thingNot found in some finger-printed bookOn an oily shelf in a well-observed room;It is an acquired taste, a third look

At letters, sweat and bloody rules;Penetrated through calloused, hardened skin –Sometimes learned in pedagogical schoolsSometimes found in accidental discipline

Appearances are all, she said; they're allWe'll ever know; all we'll ever see;I asked in a most understated tone,Whatever could a prime number be?